Monday monday

Today was really bizarre.

I was late out of bed, nothing particularly unusual there. Calculating an average using the four clocks which being electronic all show different times, backed up by accuracy courtesy of the BBC we were running well late.

Meaning it was an easy 5 minutes after time that we left the house for our daily commute for the bus.

Commuting in the country is different to the city, you notice who you meet and where.

The school teacher off to the school 10 miles away, the farmer off to see to his cows in the morning, the chap in a huge hurry, coming the other way and heading for town, the milk lorry, are those people chosen for their lunatic driving?

These are our regular morning companions each of whom gives and gets a wave.

And here's the strange thing. Every single one of them was late this morning, we all met each other roughly where we usually do and sped past looking late and flustered.

Only the bus was on time and grumpy Gary the driver scowled at us for holding him up. And scowled at the other parents and at the school minibus.

All 5 minutes late....

R